We clicked and after finishing the bottle we started getting extra comfortable. We watched a movie and cuddled with a blanket on the couch. About near...the end of the movie I noticed his cock is semi hard, i make my move by bumping my hand against his cock and act surprised. I ask him "are you hard" he responds " nervously maybe and giggles". I lean over and whisper "can I suck your cock?". He quickly responds with a smile and nod, I smile and get under the blanket. Unbuckling his Jean's and. That would be awesome. I mean, only if you want to, Emma. I nodded. I did want to. A lot. His small and meaningless comment that morning about Katrina had not escaped my mind all summer. That, and how concerned he was about my bruises had really gotten to me. I didnt understand how I had never really noticed Kyle before then. He had always been with Jason and Travis, and I was always with him, but he was so quiet. He was completely different now, outgoing and enthusiastic. I would love to. Itd. I hired a black man whose credentials were not the best but he did meet the criteria I was given. He started and it became apparent to everyone in the department he was not a hard worker. Finally after repeated talks we came to an understanding. He moved inventory and I would let him work by himself. This arrangement was really good. My inventory got to the right place and no one had to put up with him. After about 6 months he came in for his review. I was sitting at a table instead of. And, as he could hear my inner dialogue, he steps back away from me, looking at me again with those hellish eyes. That's it, I can't help it, it's useless. Fuck resistance, fuck shame, fuck the bloody toilet, I just want him inside! I was about to reach his belt when I heard him saying:”I wouldn't dare to hope you can be so perfect.” My nipples hardened of his voice and I could only think the same. In one move he swiftly pulls down his pants and boxers altogether, revealing his shiny, dark.